Title:
Divested
Author:
Waldo.
Rating:
M+
Words:
roughly 8400
Pairing:
Lee/Kara
Spoilers:
None
Summary:
Lee is determined to get his best friend out of his clothes.
A/N
#1: No, that's not a typo in the summary.
A/N
#2: This is my ficathon assignment. Fatema wanted to see: some sort
of conflict between
Lee/Kara
(or an internal conflict for either of them), unresolved sexual
tension, Kara kicking ass at a poker game. :) And she said it would
be okay if they slept together. ;) Hopefully this fits the bill.
A/N
#3: Thanks ever so much to LillyValley73 for the most excellent
beta. Not only did she find the typos, she could figure out what I
meant to say even when I didn't say it. Thanks!

It
is an interesting question how far men would retain their relative
rank if they were divested of their clothes.

Henry
David Thoreau

Divested

By
Waldo.

The
rattling and clanging right next to her head had been going on for
over fifteen minutes. It was all accompanied by Apollo cursing and
muttering under his breath. Kara hoped he found whatever the hell
he'd lost in his locker soon before she got out of bed and shoved
him into it and locked it behind her.

After
yet another 'frak', Kara turned on her side, and took a deep
breath in order to tell him to go the hell away – she rarely got to
sleep in and he was ruining one of her few chances rather
spectacularly - when she heard Crashdown clear his throat and say,
"Excuse me, sir."

Kara
rolled her eyes, giving up the ghost. She hiked her blankets up
around her ears, her back to the room.

"Crashdown?"
Apollo answered still rummaging through his things

"Sir,
no disrespect intended, but… again, sir? Boomer and I have to take
those trainees out again? This is the fourth day in a row. Can't
they… I don't know read the manual today or something? Go out
with someone else?"

Apollo
pushed the hanging clothes from one side to the other. He finally had
a few things other than his flightsuit and his dress grays thanks to
the quartermaster. One of the few good things about turning the ship
into a museum right before the end of the worlds was that there were
lots of t-shirts and sweatshirts stocked up in the gift shop. All of
those things had been turned over to the quartermaster's office and
the very nice young petty officer had been happy to give Apollo one
of the green fleece sweatshirts with the Galactica patch already sewn
on the front. She'd even volunteered to stitch in "CAG" for
him. The sweatshirt in question slipped off it's hanger and fell
on Apollo's head as he rooted through his locker.

From
his kneeling position, it was easier to take it out and toss it on
the nearest flat surface and worry about putting it back when he
stood up again.

The
nearest flat surface happened to be Starbuck's bed. The sweatshirt
fell over her arm and the sleeve draped over her head. Groaning, she
grabbed the offending garment and shoved it into the corner of her
rack and pulled the curtain closed with much more force than
necessary.

"We
have to get more pilots in the air. Raptors are much better equipped
for teaching basic flight. I need you two to do this," Lee told
him patiently. "You can't exactly work hand-over-hand with a
trainee in a Viper."

Lee
sighed and Kara could hear what had to be his head hitting the locker
door. "Nightmare? Are you serious? The way I hear it, the last
rook he worked with came home in tears and ready to quit - and he'd
been through flight school on Caprica! I know it's not your
favorite duty, but you and Boomer are good with them. I need you to
do it. They're comfortable with you. They like you enough to want
to impress you by doing well and they aren't so damn scared they
won't touch anything for fear of making a mistake. I know you hate
it," he reiterated, "But you've managed to become good at it.
Besides, it's only for two hours today. The Commander wants
everyone not in the CAP for a briefing at eleven-hundred."

Kara
sighed. So much for sleeping in all day.

"AH!"
Lee finally exclaimed. "Found it!"

Kara
never did discover what 'it' was, nor did she figure out how the
chronically anal Apollo could lose anything amongst his sparse
possessions, but she was grateful to hear the locker slam and to hear
Crash and Apollo take their conversation out into the hall.

When
Kara did roll out of the sack about two hours later, she found
herself in possession of a very nice casual duty fleece sweatshirt
with a half zipper at the throat and a Viper pilot badge on the
shoulder. The letters C.A.G. were embroidered along the bottom of
the patch. So that's what Lee had hit her with.

She
rolled out of bed, sitting on the edge of it with the sweatshirt on
her lap. She folded herself in half, stretching her back, and tried
to ignore how cold the decking was on her bare feet. The movement
pushed her face into the folds of the sweatshirt and as she inhaled
into the stretch, she had a disturbing moment where she realized that
she would probably have been able to tell that the sweatshirt was
Lee's even if it hadn't said CAG and even if she hadn't figured
he'd be the only person brave enough to throw his stuff on her bed
and then just leave it there. Or maybe he was just smart enough not
to try and retrieve the thing while she was still in it.

That
she could do that disturbed her a little. The effect that having
done so was quite the opposite. It calmed her nerves in a subliminal
way that she hadn't even recognized the need for.

She
pulled BDU pants, underwear and tanks out of her locker and took the
sweatshirt, her clothes and her toiletry kit and headed off for the
head to try and wake herself up before the Commander's full group
briefing.

Starbuck
and Boomer had arrived for the briefing early. With almost every
pilot from every squad, Vipers and Raptors, attending this meeting,
if they wanted to get seats, they needed to be early. They were
sitting up front when Lee entered in his BDU pants and t-shirts. The
room was almost full now with pilots who'd arrived too late to get
a seat clustering around the walls and doorways. Kara was in the
middle of some wildly amusing story judging by the look on Boomer's
face and the way Kara's hands flew around as she talked.

Lee
stalked up to her.

"…So
he's standing there with valve lube all over the floor, all over
the wall and all over his CAG, and all the rest of the pilots
could do was –"

"Starbuck,"
Lee cut in, knowing that if he waited for her to finish the story
he'd be standing there for a good long while. "Give me back my
sweatshirt."

She
stopped for a second, cocked her head like maybe she heard something,
said nothing, and then launched back into her story. "And all the
rest of us could do was stand there and try not to –"

"Come
on, Starbuck," Apollo cut in again. "Give it back."

Kara
stopped again, this time turning to face him. "Um… No. I don't
think so." She turned back to Boomer, "All we could do was try
really, really hard not to laugh, which of course, we all failed
miserably at and the poor guy's CAG–"

"Come
on, Kara, it's frakking freezing in here." Lee crossed his arms,
as if to demonstrate his point.

"Finders
keepers," was Starbuck's only reply.

"Give.
Me. My. Frakking – "

"Attention
on deck!" someone hollered from the back of the room.

Everyone
jumped to their feet, forcing Lee to slink off to the side with a
this-is-very-very-far-from-done look.

Starbuck
curled her lips inward and bit down on them to keep herself from
laughing out loud at him.

Commander
Adama took the podium and gave one of his infrequent, but heartfelt
lectures of appreciation and support, read a letter of thanks from a
couple of kids on one of the civilian ships and a letter of
commendation from the President.

Kara
sank back into the leather seat as she listened. The troops had
needed a little pick-me-up in the last couple of days. A Raptor crew
had been lost in a surprise attack earlier that week and they were
hitting a point in their trek where a lot of the basic comforts from
home were starting to run out – candy, cigarettes, fresh fruit,
body lotion, and new music or video programs were just a few of the
things she'd heard people lamenting the lack of lately. Nothing
that they couldn't live without, but the lack of them reinforced
just how desperate their situation was and how completely shattered
every life had been. Little reminders of how much they were needed,
how much they risked and gave and how much they were appreciated
tended to make things go over a little smoother.

The
briefing didn't last long and as everyone stood to return the
commander's salute, Kara noticed Lee watching her out of the corner
of his eye. As the commander said, "Dismissed," he made a
bee-line for her. Before he could say anything she heard Adama call
out, "Apollo, if I could have just another minute?"

Starbuck
grabbed Boomer by the arm, snickering. "Let's go!"

They
both bolted before Lee could even start threatening.

As
they laughed their way down the hall, Boomer finally asked, "What's
his hang-up with the sweatshirt?"

Kara
laughed. "He threw it on my bed this morning. While I was still
sleeping in it. You know how often I get to sleep in these days?
Like never. So anyway, he throws it on me and then leaves it there.
So now it's mine. Nice, isn't it?"

"It
says you're the CAG," Boomer pointed out, blandly.

"Yeah,
as if anyone in their right mind would take orders from me."

Both
women smiled at that.

After
a few more steps, Boomer turned and looked Kara over carefully.
"There's more to it, than that, isn't there."

Kara
turned to her in confusion. "More to what?"

"Not
giving the sweatshirt back." Boomer crossed her arms over her
chest. "If I tossed my clothes on your bed, I'm willing to bet
they'd be thrown back at a much higher velocity and probably with a
few obscene names. But this is his. So you're keeping it."

Starbuck
rolled her eyes. "Don't go there, Sharon. Just don't."
There'd been a reason she'd kept her evolving feelings towards
people to herself in the past. She'd never seen 'girl talk'
accomplish anything other than the inevitable mortification that
ensued when one's friends ultimately decided they 'knew what was
best for you' and said something to someone. Something that would
end up with either one or both of the principal parties wanting to
crawl under a rock and usually ending with them never speaking to one
another again.

"Come
here," Sharon said, grabbing Starbuck by the arm and dragging her
off to the right at the next split in the corridors.

Kara
let herself be dragged down the hall until they got back to their
barracks. She let herself be steered over to Boomer's bunk and
waited with her arms crossed over her chest while the other woman dug
around in her locker. "What?"

Sharon
finally emerged with a set of regulation undershirts. "These."

"Your
shirts…" Kara said, not understanding.

"Not
mine," Sharon said quietly, a smile and a blush developing
simultaneously. "The Chief's. Right after the war started…
when Helo and I went back to Caprica and then I almost didn't make
it back…when he got me alone he was in such a hurry that he
actually ripped my shirt when he pulled it off. So he gave me his so
no one would ask why I was in my blues without shirts. He never
asked for them back. So I kept them. And now…" the blush
deepened. "Now when I can't get his arms around me, I sleep in
these. Maybe it's incredibly childish, but…" she ended with a
shrug.

Kara
raised her eyebrows. "That's very cute, Sharon, but I stole
Lee's sweatshirt just to get his boxers in a bunch. And it's
working. Seriously. No ulterior motives."

"So
you could give that back and steal his toothbrush or something and
get the same satisfaction," Boomer challenged.

"Why
would I want that?" Starbuck evaded.

Boomer
flopped down to sit on the edge of her bunk. "My point is –"

"Yeah,
I know what your point is." Starbuck cut her off. She crossed her
arms tightly over her chest, her fingers unconsciously clutching the
fabric of the shirt. She tilted her head back as far as it would go
and took a deep breath before grabbing one of the chairs at the
center table and straddling it, facing Sharon. "I don't think
I've ever been this pathetic in my life," she finally conceded.

"It's
not pathetic. It's cute. And it's at least a few days
entertainment for the rest of us while he tries to get it back."

They
both laughed.

Kara
sighed. "I'm going to frak this up one way or another, you
know," she finally said.

"You
don't know that."

"I
haven't gotten one damn relationship in my whole frakking life
right. I'm not even sure I'd know what it felt like to get it
right. I just know what it feels like when it's all gone wrong."

Sharon
frowned at her friend. "All the rules have changed now, Kara.
It's not like we can just request reassignment when an affair
screws things up. We're stuck here. So if we do mess things up,
we're in such a sardine can that we have to patch things up and fix
them. Maybe not being able to run will make it easier. 'Cause
that's what we all do when things go really wrong. Ask for a
different posting, a different division or shift. Been there, done
that."

For
a minute Kara wondered exactly how much Sharon knew about how she'd
come to be on Galactica. She'd run away from her
responsibility for Zak's death. Quit teaching, left the places
that reminded her of him, left the actual planet itself in order to
start over.

She
thought about what Boomer'd said. She wouldn't be able to run
from Lee if she screwed this up. But maybe that wasn't inherently
bad. Maybe it would force them to actually confront what they felt
and make peace with it one way or another instead of playing childish
games.

"Now,"
Boomer said, challenge clear in her voice, "Why are you keeping his
sweatshirt?"

"It's
comfortable," Kara answered. She wanted to stop there, but
something about having a friend she could trust, who was sharing her
secrets and personal life wouldn't let her. "Kinda… like him."

Sharon
leaned back on her bunk, a self-satisfied smirk on her face. "My
work here is done."

After
meeting with the commander, Lee had gone to CIC to listen to a couple
of the kids who were on their first actual patrol after being passed
from training. He stood at the center table going over rosters and
training schedules, listening to the comm traffic. And trying to
figure out how to get his best friend out of his clothes.

She'd
made it a challenge and he was never one to step down from a
challenge.

When
the kids came in, Apollo went to the flight deck to debrief and
congratulate them and after that he'd been invited to have dinner
with his father and Colonel Tigh.

Which
meant he hadn't gotten back to the barracks until most of the
day-shift and off-shift pilots were going to bed. He came in to find
about six people already in their racks and five more getting ready
for bed.

"Where's
Starbuck?" he called out when he noticed her conspicuous absence.

"In
the shower," Muse called back.

Looking
extremely smug Lee turned back to the hatch. Perfect. She couldn't
be wearing the damn thing in the shower. He'd go in, get it off
the pegs in the back of the shower room and be gone before she got
the soap out of her eyes.

"Captain
Apollo! Sir!"

He
paused, his hand on the hatch. "Boomer?"

She
indicated the hallway beyond the hatch, "Can I have a second?"

Not
having a really good reason to tell one of his pilots to hold
her horses he sighed, and hoped she'd be quick and he could get
down there before Kara got out and got dressed again.

"Sir,
I may be way, way out of line sticking my nose in here." She
stopped and took a breath. "In fact Starbuck will probably break
my nose if she hears that this came from me, but…"

When
she didn't finish her sentence Lee urged her on, "But what,
Lieutenant?"

He
didn't even pretend not to know what she was talking about, Boomer
had been sitting right there in the briefing when he'd demanded it
back from Kara. "Now… why would I want to bother doing that when
I have a perfectly good sweatshirt already?"

Boomer
was absolutely not going to explain about the conversation she'd
had with Starbuck. She liked her teeth where they were. Feeling
like something out of a bad romance novel written for teenagers
Boomer tried, "Well, you know… it's cold on a Battlestar in the
middle of deep space… I think she's just trying to stay…
comfortable. That's all. Sir." And with that she snapped a
quick salute hoping he'd simply return it and let the conversation
drop.

Lee's
salute was a little slower, his face still showing his ample
confusion. "Lieutenant." He watched her fairly run back to her
bunk, crawl under the covers and pull the curtains shut around her.

That
had been an excessively odd conversation. He let himself out of the
bunkroom, less intent on stalking his missing sweatshirt now, but
needing some time and space to figure out what the hell he'd just
been told.

The
alarm went off quietly, waking those on the early shift. Lee opened
one eye and then the other, traditionally a morning person in all
respects, he still didn't like the initial assault of light on his
eyes. He swung off his bed, surprised to find Starbuck still curled
up in hers. He kicked her ribs lightly with his bare foot. "Hey
you. That's revelry. And I happen to know you're on the CAP
this morning."

Kara
pulled her pillow over her head and muttered, "Congratulations you
can read a frakking schedule," but didn't get up.

Lee
couldn't help but notice that she'd slept in his sweatshirt. He
wondered if it was because it was the easiest way to keep him from
getting it back or if it had something to do with what Boomer had
sort-of said. Well, in the spirit of the game they'd started, he
figured she'd have to take it off to get into her flightsuit and he
could get it back then. If he raided her locker once she was out,
and she made an effort to get back again, he'd let her win. If
not, he'd start thinking twice when Boomer started making odd
suggestions.

"Come
on, Starbuck. Up." Frankly he was surprised that she wasn't up
jogging, but having the chance to drag her out of bed was good for a
few minutes of entertainment. And he figured he'd need something
to make him smile when he thought about the string of long, boring
meetings and the piles of paperwork he had waiting for him. He
leaned down and shook her shoulder.

Kara
grabbed his wrist in a vice-like grip. "How soon we forget that I
don't have any issues with striking a superior asshole," she
growled.

Lee
snickered, she was so much fun in this mood. He figured he could
have her completely wound up before breakfast if he tried a little
harder. He let her hold his hand in place, but extended his first
finger enough to poke it into her ear making her scream and bolt
upright as she tried to scramble away.

"Shit!
Get your finger out of - Gods!" She let go of his wrist and
began rubbing the offended ear. "Good Lords, Lee, that's …
yuck!" she vigorously rubbed her ear again.

"You're
so coherent in the morning," he snickered.

"Frak
you."

"Not
with the mood you're in. I'm likely to lose something important."
He wasn't sure why he was baiting her like this. They teased,
sure, but not usually like this. He wondered if he was beginning to
think, somewhere in the back of his mind that maybe Boomer had been
on to something.

"Oh
for the Gods' sake," she muttered, finally swinging her feet out
of bed and wincing as they hit the cold floor. She leaned forward to
stretch and noticed Lee watching her. She got a chill down her spine
and reached up to rub her ear again for good measure.

Still
smiling, Lee just shook his head. "Baby. It could have been
worse. I could have licked it first. Then it would have been all
slimy."

Standing
up to look him in the eye she stared at him for a minute as if she
had no idea who was currently inhabiting the brain of a face she knew
quite well. "You're disgusting," she said flatly and turned to
grab her toothbrush and comb out of her locker. "Now if you'll
excuse me, the idiot CAG put me on early patrol." She slammed her
locker and retreated into the head.

Once
she was safely out the hatch at least four pilots let out the
laughter they'd reigned in as an act of self-preservation.
Crashdown came over and slung one arm across Apollo's shoulders,
"You are one brave man, Captain. Very. Very brave."

"Very
brave, or slightly stupid," Boomer put in from where she sat on her
bunk tugging on her socks. "And can I just say that I'm really
glad I'm not on patrol with her this morning."

Apollo
left Starbuck alone at breakfast. There was having a little fun and
there was actually pissing her off. He prided himself on usually
knowing where to draw the line with her. It allowed him to avoid
getting a shiner and kept her out of the brig.

He
had a command staff briefing that morning that was mostly a review of
what everyone knew. They were low on supplies, people were getting
testy and they had no idea when they'd find an inhabitable planet.
Apollo had two pilot performance reviews to do that day, but before
he let himself get swallowed by paperwork, he had a locker to raid.

His
sweatshirt was folded up and tucked under several sets of tanks and
sweats. He was careful not to disturb anything else as he took it
out and hid it under his pillow. Not the most creative place to hide
something, but if he could keep her away for the rest of the
afternoon, it would make sure she didn't get it while he was
sleeping. Besides, if she bothered to look for it, he might be able
to figure out whether or not Boomer had been right.

His
sweatshirt was where he'd left it when he went off duty. He
changed out of his blues and into BDUs and the much-coveted
sweatshirt and headed back out to the ready room to see if he could
get in on the poker game.

Playing
for money had gotten old, since there was nothing to buy, so people
had been tossing in everything from cigarettes to socks to notes
promising to take the winner's next maintenance shift.

When
he came into the room, Kara was studying her cards intently. Gaeta
had apparently folded already and D. was tapping her cards on her
lips. Crashdown was rearranging his cards, apparently trying to make
something out of nothing. "Frak it, I'm out," he finally
decided and tossed his cards down on the table.

D.
threw in a pack of gum, "Let's see," she called to Kara.

Kara
set her cards down on the table slowly, "Four on a run."

D.
groaned and rolled her eyes. "Damn! I had three on a run. I
thought I finally had you. That's all I've got. At least all
that I'm willing to lose in one night. Anyone else want to get
in?"

Lee
moved away from the wall he'd been leaning on. "Let's go
Starbuck. Let's see what you've got."

"Sure
you know what you're getting yourself into?"

"I'm
sure it's nothing I can't handle." Apollo took the deck of
cards and began shuffling.

Two
hours later the game was pretty even. Lee'd won the gum D.'d
lost earlier and a note that said Starbuck had to go two days saying,
"yes sir" and "no sir" without the attitude she was so famous
for.

Kara'd
won a cigar she hadn't realized he'd been hiding and one of the
last mystery novels published before the end of the worlds that Lee
had won from someone in the last game.

Now
it was all back in the middle of the table along with a few other
odds and ends and they were both trying to play it extremely cool.

"I'll
take two," Kara said as she slid two of her cards under the deck.
She bit her lip as she shuffled in her replacements.

"One,"
Lee said tossing the octagonal card onto the table and taking the one
she passed him. She had a better poker face than he did, he knew
that, but it was okay. He was going to take this one, so he didn't
care if his face showed it.

Kara
dug around in her pants pocket and tossed a music chip into the pile.
"What'cha got left, Apollo?"

Feeling
extremely smug, Apollo pulled off his sweatshirt and tossed it on the
table. He was sure he'd get it back, so he didn't mind teasing
her with it.

"Read
'em weep," he called out. "Four on a run."

Kara
smiled sadly and nodded. "I see."

She
waited until started to reach for the stash in the middle of the
table and then smacked the back of his hand. "Hey! Not so fast."
She gave him a coy grin. "Full colors."

Lee
looked at her cards and dropped his head into his hands. He had been
so sure he'd had her. She'd had full colors three hands ago.
The chances of her getting it again had been so remote that he was
sure four on a run would be the winning hand and he'd had that
before he even traded in his last card. That had just been a bluff.

"Well,
it's been fun boys and girls," Kara said as she stood and wrapped
everything up in the sweatshirt, "But I have to go train some
nuggets in the morning, so I'm out of here. Thanks for such a
fabulous night."

She
heard the thunk of Apollo's head on the table as she closed the
hatch behind her.

It
wasn't often that Starbuck and Apollo got their signals crossed,
but when they did, it was usually fodder for the gossip mill for at
least a week. This was no exception.

With
the limited number of marines still aboard the Galactica at
the time of the apocalypse, pilots were being asked to fill in as
security as needed. That meant training the nuggets not only how to
fly, but also how to fight and how to shoot as well.

It
was supposed to be a simple hand-to-hand combat drill. Starbuck and
Apollo were teaching them a combination of martial arts, boxing and
wrestling moves, with the basic message of, 'use whatever works.'

They'd
gone over a number of maneuvers in isolation and then prepared to
show them a simulated take-down. Things went fine through the first
three scenarios, where they set up a potential situation and then
improvised on what to do in that situation. It was the fourth one
that would have everyone talking for weeks.

Starbuck
had been the perp and Apollo had moved up to put her into a full
nelson – his arms under hers, with his hands bent back toward
himself grabbing her shoulders, and immobilizing her arms. He
expected her to go into the standard counter-move – to put her
hands straight up and then shimmy down out of his grasp. Instead,
she did something unexpected as he grabbed her, she went up onto her
toes. Not realizing what she was doing, Lee completed the move on
instinct, his elbows bending and his hands latching on to her.

And
he got ahold of her. Unfortunately, he'd moved down a little in
anticipation of the expected counter-move and she'd gone up and
what he got ahold of wasn't her shoulders.

When
the flesh beneath his fingers yielded far more than it should have,
Lee froze. "Oh frak!"

Kara
froze too, turning her head to glare at him. "Find something
interesting?" she asked when he didn't seem inclined to move his
hands.

Lee
jumped back like he'd been burned. "Oh shit. I'm sorry. That
wasn't…" He cleared his throat. "Sorry."

Kara
rolled her eyes and shook her head. "I think I'll live. Though
I would have expected a little more finesse when being groped by the
great Apollo." She winked at him and clicked her tongue.

Lee
smacked her in the back of the head, "Wiseass." He tried for
normal, but knew he was still blushing. He wondered how hard a
person had to blush before giving himself an aneurism.

The
rest of the training went without incident and Kara found herself
still laughing as she and Apollo hit the showers back in quarters.

"Kara,
I am so sorry," Lee tried again. "I thought you were going to
drop down, so I went to move with you and then you didn't-"

"Lee,
stop!" She held up a hand to try and stem the blabbering apology.
"It's not a big deal." She pulled out the front of her tanks
and made a show of checking for bruises. "No harm, no foul."
She let her tanks snap back into place, "Besides, it's the most
action I've seen in ages."

Lee
found himself blushing again, and Kara wondered if she hadn't hit a
little too close to home. She grinned at him before stepping into
the shower stall, "Besides, you should be honored. If anyone else
had tried to cop a feel like that, they'd be holding their balls in
a ditty bag."

Lee
chuckled nervously, wondering if that was a compliment or a thinly
veiled threat. He turned on the shower and let the cool water force
back some of the heat in his face. It wasn't as if he hadn't
wanted to find himself with her breasts in his hands, but that
certainly hadn't been how he'd wanted to go about it. Especially
in front of a room full of nuggets. Alone and with a few less layers
of clothes between them…

He
turned the water temperature down before his train of thought got him
in even more trouble.

Sharon
grabbed a tray and made her way to where Kara was eating and reading
the book she'd won in the poker game. "Want some company?"

Kara
flipped the book shut. "Sure. How was CAP?"

"Boring
as hell, but you know, that beats the alternative." Sharon made a
face at the bread and cheese-substitute she'd gotten.

Kara
nodded, "True."

"I
heard you had quite an exciting afternoon," Boomer said as she took
an experimental bite of the bread.

Kara
almost choked on her noodles. "Damn, that one's making the
rounds fast."

Boomer
fixed her with a level gaze. "The CAG grabbed your boobs in front
of a room full of horny kids. Of course, it's making the
rounds. You using this?" She pointed to a couple squares of
butter on the sides of Kara's tray.

Kara
angled her plate so Boomer could snag her butter. "You should have
seen his face. Once he realized that he was not holding my
shoulders, he just froze. I had to tell him to move his hands he was
so panicked. I didn't know he could turn that color crimson."

Boomer
laughed. "I would have loved to have seen that." The butter
made the bread much more palatable she found.

Kara
pushed her noodles around for a minute. "I would have thought it
would have taken a lot more to get Apollo all flustered. It's been
hysterical, really, he's been apologizing all day." She leaned
in to try and avoid being overheard. "I mean, it's not like I
was complaining, you know?"

Boomer
covered her mouth with her hand to avoid spitting out her bread.
"Sounds like he wasn't either." She raised an eyebrow.

Kara
shrugged, but didn't say anything.

"Seriously,"
Sharon said, "One of the two of you needs to do something about
this. Before you have another little 'accidental' PDA."

Kara
dropped her fork and leveled Boomer with a stare. "Right."

"Oh
come on, like there's really any risk of rejection! If he didn't
want you just as much as you want him, he would not have freaked out
about an accidental grope."

Kara
grabbed her fork and stabbed at her noodles with way more force than
was absolutely necessary. She wasn't going to concede the point.
Yet. Though she did file the thought away for further review.

That
night, as she lay in bed, she realized that it was all she could
think of, so she finally conceded the point, at least to herself.
She either needed to do something, or stop thinking about it
entirely, and since the latter wasn't likely to happen…

She
sighed as she rolled over, wondering exactly what the best way to do
this would be. She need a way that would make her intentions clear,
but would let them both back out gracefully if things went
pear-shaped.

Later
that week she came into his office late at night to deliver her
trainee evaluations. He'd hung the jacket of his blues on the back
of his chair when it had become apparent that he was going to be
working for a while and was in his tanks and pants, and he'd kicked
his shoes off under the desk.

She
was in the sweatshirt she'd won off him and sweats. Lee glared at
her as she played with the zipper, and then coughed nervously as he
realized that had she been wearing any, he would have been able to
see her tanks when she pulled the zipper down, but all that was under
there was skin.

He
shook his head to clear it of the image his brain was busy
fine-tuning. "You know," he said casually, not even aware that
he'd interrupted whatever she'd been saying about the trainees,
"I'm going to get you out of that sweatshirt."

The
way her mouth hung open with no sound coming out made him realize
that he'd said that out loud. "I mean – I-I'm going to get
my sweatshirt back."

Starbuck
resumed playing with the zipper, stopping with it pulled down enough
that Lee was quite certain she wasn't wearing anything
underneath it. "Come get it," she tossed back.

"Don't
try me," he told her, flipping though the folders she'd handed
him in an effort not to do exactly what she said.

He
heard the zipper go up and down a few more times. "I mean it,
Kara. Knock it off before I go over there and – "

She
leaned down over the desk, her hands shoulder-width apart, knowing
exactly what view she'd be giving him. "Or you'll what?"

Lee
moved around the desk and spun the wheel on the hatch, locking it.
He leveled her with a look that clearly said that the challenge was
on. Now it was a game of chicken; first to back down lost. He'd
lost one challenge to her already; he wasn't about to lose another.

She
stood up and planted herself in front of him. "Want your
sweatshirt back?"

He
moved towards her slowly, and as predicted, she backed up as he got
in her personal space. He kept moving her back until she was against
the wall. "Yeah. So give it to me."

He
wondered when the hell he'd learn that she never bluffed.

Lee
felt color rise in his cheeks as she grabbed the hem and turned it
inside out as she stripped it off. She threw it at his face and he
caught it awkwardly.

Yep,
he was right. Nothing under the sweatshirt.

It
wasn't like he hadn't seen her undressed before, but this was a
whole new context. He stretched his neck wondering what the hell
happened next.

Kara
moved forward and looped her arms around his neck. "We've been
dancing around this for… probably since the war started. We either
need to stop dancing around it and do something about it or we need
to decide that it's never going to happen and move on."

Lee
let the sweatshirt fall to the floor and his arms went around her
waist. "What do you want?"

Kara
rolled her eyes. "I'm standing here without a shirt. What do you
think?"

Instead
of answering, Lee kissed her.

There
was no ambiguity in her response. She threaded the fingers of one
hand through his hair and held him still while she kissed him back as
thoroughly as she knew how.

Lee
pulled her hips in contact with his body, feeling her naked breasts
against the knit of his tanks. He let one hand slide down and
squeeze her butt, holding her tight against him, so that she could
feel his erection press into her hip.

He
pulled back for just a second, there had been no hesitancy on her
part so far, but he needed to be sure, "Kara?"

"You're
chickening out now?" she asked, her hand coming around his
neck slowly and drifting down his chest to the waistband of his
blues. She slid her fingers inside and wrapped them around his belt,
pulling him back in contact with her.

"No,"
Lee finally answered her question.

He
ran his hands up her sides from her waist until his thumbs were
grazing the sides of her breasts. Encouraged by the way she dropped
her head back and arched her spine, he slid his hands around until
his fingertips were tucked under her breasts and his thumbs could
drift slowly over her nipples. He let one hand drop to the small of
her back and pulled her in close while his other hand continued to
gently caress the smooth skin under it.

He
leaned in to kiss her behind her ear. He only pulled back far enough
to whisper, "But you better tell me now if this isn't going where
I think it is."

"I
don't want to stop if you don't," she said reaching around to
hook one hand around his waist, the other sliding down over his ass.

The
CAG's office on a battlestar had a few perks. In this case a small
couch for use when dealing with small groups of pilots was one of
them. Lee pulled her over to it and sat down. "Come here." He
pulled her up so that her legs straddled his as she stood above him,
which put him eye-level with her belly. He kissed her stomach and
tugged her closer even as he scooted back a little more. She climbed
up to straddle his lap and lowered herself until she was kneeling
over his lap and he was holding her up with his arms around her
waist. He slid one hand up her spine until he could tilt her head
down and kiss her properly.

Kara
looped her arms around his neck again and returned the kiss eagerly,
rubbing her body against his as she did.

Rather
suddenly Lee pulled away, his hands going to Kara's hips to pull
her back and keep her from falling at the same time. "Frak!"

Kara's
eyes shifted back and forth a couple of times before she finally
looked at him again and said caustically, "Well that WAS the idea."
She planted her fists on her hips.

"Kara,"
he sighed and dropped his eyes, which put her breasts into full view
again and he had to shake his head to clear it of the image and
remember why he stopped. He took a deep breath and tried again.
"Kara, believe me, I have not changed my mind. But uh…" He
cleared his throat. "We don't have any protection."

She
laughed quietly and put her arms around his neck again. "Then I
guess it's a good thing that I've had all my shots."

Lee's
expression was priceless. "You're on… You… oh. Okay."

Kara
pulled her legs out from under her and wrapped them around his waist.
"I started on them back at the academy and," she shrugged,
"Never got out of the habit I guess. I have no desire to lose my
wings 'cause I got caught up in the moment. This seemed the
easiest way."

Lee
frowned. "Is that what this is? You're just caught up in the
moment?"

Kara
looked dumbstuck. "No. Lee, I didn't mean it like that." She
sighed. She really didn't want to actually have a conversation
with him about this. But this was Apollo. She should have known
better. "Look, there have been times in my life where I act first
and think later. Landing in the brig 'cause I hit someone is a
temporary thing. Getting pregnant because I… handled things a
different way is a lot more permanent. I didn't want to take a
chance. That's why I'm on the shots. That's not why I'm
here now."

Lee
nodded and ran his hands up and then down her sides again letting
them rest on her hips. "I just want to make sure you'll be able
to look me in the eye tomorrow."

"I
won't say that I've never screwed up a friendship with sex, but I
think it was because there wasn't a solid enough base for either
one and I tried to act like there was." She began fingering the
hair at his neck. "We've been friends for so long. Even if we
decide, later, that this wasn't the best idea we've ever had, I
can't imagine us not being able to get past it. Chalk it up to
experience and move on. We can do that if we need to, right?"

"Absolutely."
Lee let his hands trail back up until he was caressing her breasts
again. He looked up, shocked, when she put her hands on his
shoulders and moved away as soon as he did. "Wait… what'd I
miss?"

"Nothin'.
Yet." Kara said as she stood up in front of him. "But I sure as
hell can't get my pants off sitting on you like that."

Lee
had to bite his lip and squeeze his eyes closed to keep from coming
right then and there. When she crawled back up on his lap, his hands
instinctively went behind her and supported her back. Without the
waistband of her pants to serve as a guide between friendly touching
and more-than-friendly touching, he found his hands slipping lower
and lower until he was sure that his hands were no longer on what
would technically be considered her back. He let his hands drift
down until the backs of his fingers hit the fabric of his pants and
then began touching her in earnest. It had been so long since he'd
been with anyone, that just the sensation of his hands against all
that bare skin was breathtaking. He felt heat bloom in his cheeks as
he realized that he was still completely dressed and she was climbing
all over him completely naked. He decided it was the sexiest thing
he'd ever experienced in his life.

He
slid his hands up and down her back, kissing her and taking the time
to find out which places made her sigh and which made her jump. She
was busy clawing at his tanks, trying to get them up and over his
head without interrupting him.

He
finally laughed and broke the kiss to let her pull them over his
head. Once she'd dropped them on the floor, he got her resettled
on his lap and ran his hands up to her shoulders and supported her as
she arched back.

She
gasped as he took one nipple in his mouth and sucked. Hard. She
crossed her legs behind his back and held on for dear life as he
flicked his tongue over the hardened flesh.

When
she could breathe again she decided it was time to move things along.
She sat up and grabbed the end of Apollo's belt and quickly undid
the belt, button and zipper and pushed his pants out of the way.

He
was hard and hot and she remembered how long it had been since she'd
been with anyone and decided that another minute was one minute too
long.

She
got up on her knees and leaned on the back of the couch over his
shoulder so he could push his pants and boxers out of the way far
enough for their purposes, even if he couldn't get them completely
off.

He
started to push her back, trying to lay her on the couch, but she
stopped him. "Uh-uh." She pushed on his shoulder until he sat
down again, and then from where she was kneeling over him, she took
his shaft in his hand, held him still and sank down.

Lee
let out a loud long sigh and his head hit the wall behind him with a
thunk. Kara laughed. It was kind of nice to know that he was as
desperate as she was.

She
set a slow pace at first, Lee's hand steadying her back as she rose
up and sank down, experimenting with a few different angles before
finding the one she liked best. Once she knew what was going to work
for her, she began to speed up. She closed her eyes and focused on
what he felt like and what he sounded like as she had her way with
him.

Lee
let her take total control for a few minutes, one hand between her
shoulder blades to help her balance, but otherwise doing nothing
active. After she found her rhythm he remembered that he had a free
hand. He rested it on the notch at the base of her neck for a second
before dragging it slowly down her body until his fingers found wet
heat.

Kara
gasped and her fingers tightened their hold on his shoulders as his
finger slid against her clit. She dropped her head against his,
breathing heavily on his neck as he pressed against her again. The
third time caused her to loose her rhythm for a second. By the time
he was rubbing two fingers up and down against her, she wasn't so
much riding him as she was just writhing against him.

She
buried her face in his neck when she came. She didn't scream. Too
many years of living amongst twenty of your closest friends taught
most pilots to keep quiet at all costs. But her breathing was sharp
and Lee was sure he heard his name once or twice.

Her
body seizing around his was the last straw. He dropped his head back
and let himself go with a groan.

He
made sure they both stayed on the couch as they tipped to their sides
in exhaustion. They landed with Kara partially on top of him, their
noses nearly colliding. Lee's eyebrows shot up in a "well hello
there" look and he laughed. Kara leaned in and kissed him quickly.

After
they arranged themselves somewhat more comfortably, Lee looked at her
quizzically, "Well?" he asked, not really sure exactly what he
was asking.

Kara
made a face at him. "Well what?" She studied his face for a
minute. "Please tell me you are not asking for a performance
review."

After
another long minute, Kara sat up, realizing that she did actually
know what Lee was asking. "So… not a mistake?"

"Definitely
not a mistake," Lee said with a cat-that-got-the-cream smile.

Never
the one to know how to make a graceful exit from situations like
these, Kara sat picking at her thumbnail, debating whether or not she
should get dressed and go or… or what?

Lee
sat up next to her. He put his arm around her waist. "You have
CAP in the morning. You should probably get some sleep."

Kara
nodded and reached for her underwear. "I suppose I should."

Lee
stood and pulled his pants up, realizing he'd never actually gotten
them all the way off. He held out a hand and pulled Kara to her
feet. They both dressed in silence, handing each other clothing they
found that wasn't their own.

Lee
handed Kara the sweatshirt that had started it all.

"I
thought you wanted your shirt back," she said with a cocky grin.

"I'll
take it back some other time. Right now, if you leave without it,
you're going to end up getting arrested for indecent exposure,"
he reminded her.

She
smiled as she pulled it over her head. "Just let me know when you
want me to give it back."

She
unlocked the door and stepped through, leaving Lee with no doubt as
to how she planned to return it.

Sex
is a bad thing because it rumples the clothes.

Jacqueline
Kennedy

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